Perhaps the Spirit awakening consumed a lot of his energy, as his voice was hoarse, which made Ling Chang'e feel uncomfortable.
Of course, she wasn't sympathizing with him; she was just feeling uncomfortable for her own ears.
This guy truly has many ways to torment others.
Looking at the small figure on the steps, Ling Chang'e's thoughts were complex.
They were from the same place, but their experiences were different.
It certainly wouldn't be good if she disliked Qian Junlin just because he awakened the Six-Winged Angel Spirit.
Hesitation appeared in her heart.
Moreover, Qian Daoliu taking Qian Junlin as his grandson didn't mean that Qian Junlin and Qian Renxue had equal rights to compete?
She was so annoyed.
"This is a joyous occasion for the Angel Clan, the first in ten thousand years."
Qian Daoliu paused, his gaze falling upon the crowd. "This child will study at Spirit Hall Academy, and I will personally guide him."
"Their generation shall restore the glory of the Angel Clan."
Listening to Qian Daoliu's serious words, Ling Chang'e frowned slightly, trying her best to lower her presence. She always felt that Qian Daoliu was looking at her, not at others.
Hopefully, she was mistaken; she didn't want to think of people as being so bad. Besides, their interests didn't conflict.
Ling Chang'e thought slowly.
Thinking of the Angel God Position, Ling Chang'e no longer felt like staying. She found Guangling Douluo, who had a joyful expression, in the crowd, tugged at his sleeve, meeting his gaze with an innocent look.
Guangling Douluo, who was watching the excitement, twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Ling Chang'e with a helpless expression.
He hadn't finished watching the fun yet!
It was a rare trip to Angel Village; he had to finish watching this spectacle.
"What is it?" Guangling Douluo asked Ling Chang'e softly. A puzzled expression was on his beautiful face.
"I want to go back." Ling Chang'e whispered to him.
She felt that something was off, but she couldn't pinpoint it, so she just wanted to leave earlier.
"It's still early." Guangling Douluo paused and slowly said, "Big brother hasn't left yet, so we can't leave."
Looking at her frustrated expression, Guangling Douluo asked curiously, "Who bullied you, little one?"
"No one." Ling Chang'e sighed, "I'm just sleepy."
She was a child now, and even with spirit power nourishing her body, a child's energy was ultimately limited.
Drowsiness came over her, and a tired look appeared on her face.
"Uh."
Guangling Douluo hesitated for a moment, then looked at Qingluan Douluo next to him and whispered, "Third Brother, my disciple is sleepy."
Guangling Douluo had habitually thrown problems to Qingluan Douluo, and his relaxed tone showed that their relationship was unusual.
Guangling Douluo thought to himself, when he didn't want to use his brain, he just needed his Third Brother. Upon hearing this, Qingluan Douluo turned his head, his gaze falling on Ling Chang'e, and a clear, cold voice sounded,
"If she's sleepy, then knock her out."
"She won't be sleepy when she wakes up."
Hearing this, Ling Chang'e widened her eyes and looked at Qingluan Douluo, her incredulous expression conveying her surprise.
This person must be a wolf!
Knocking someone out just because they're sleepy—what kind of monstrous words were those!
"Good idea." What shocked Ling Chang'e the most was that Guangling Douluo actually agreed with this method.
Seeing the smile in his right eye, Ling Chang'e's mouth twitched, and she frantically said, "I'm not sleepy now."
She was now afraid that Qingluan Douluo would give her two punches and knock her out directly.
These two were people of action. They weren't people who just talked without doing.
She was particularly flustered now.
"Pfft." Guangling Douluo chuckled, a smile blooming on his beautiful face. "Third Brother is just joking with you."
The next moment, Guangling Douluo bent down and reached out to Ling Chang'e. To her surprise, he picked her up in one swift motion.
Being lifted into the air was something Ling Chang'e hadn't expected. She could smell the faint fragrance on Guangling Douluo's body.
"Little one, you are my disciple. How could he harm you?"
A faint blush appeared on Ling Chang'e's face because she was shy. Perhaps due to his Spirit, Guangling Douluo's body temperature wasn't high, so Ling Chang'e felt his cool body temperature.
Of course, she had nothing to complain about.
It was good enough that someone was willing to hold her.
Guangling Douluo held her tightly, and as he felt her softness, he suddenly thought that children were quite fun.
Fragrant, soft, and comfortable to touch like cotton. It was just that their vitality was too fragile; he didn't dare to use too much strength, fearing that this little one would get hurt.
"Sleep, if you're sleepy." Guangling Douluo whispered to her, his gaze falling back on the stage, with a hint of envy in his eyes.
The Six-Winged Angel Spirit.
This was a top-tier Spirit on the Douluo Continent. The appearance of this child was bound to stir up a storm on the Douluo Continent.
If his Spirit could be as strong, he certainly wouldn't stop here. This old man is envious.
Ling Chang'e was unaware of Guangling Douluo's thoughts. At this moment, her eyelids were almost closed, her vision blurred, and she was truly sleepy.
"Go to sleep quickly." Listening to his relaxed words, Ling Chang'e nodded.
Because Ling Chang'e trusted that Guangling Douluo would not harm her, her body and mind instantly relaxed, and drowsiness swept over her. In a short while, she fell asleep.
Guangling Douluo, who sensed her change in aura, maintained his current posture without changing, and even specially set up a spirit power barrier to isolate the surrounding sounds, preventing their voices from waking her.
Truly, what a generous master's heart I have.
Guangling Douluo sighed, thinking that throughout the entire Douluo Continent, there was no master as good as him.
Being a good master was truly tiring.
Alas, for this little one to become his disciple, it was her good fortune cultivated over eight lifetimes!
She ought to cherish me as her master!
"Guangling." Qingluan Douluo lowered his voice and said to Guangling Douluo, "Are you tired? If you are, hand her over to me."
Qingluan Douluo looked at Guangling Douluo's thin appearance and was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold Ling Chang'e. Although Ling Chang'e was a six-year-old child, she still had some weight to her.
Holding her for a while was nothing, but carrying her for too long would definitely make his arms sore. Based on his understanding of Guangling Douluo, this guy wouldn't last long.
With his biased view, Qingluan Douluo felt that Guangling Douluo was so delicate.
He felt sorry for Guangling Douluo and didn't want him to be too tired.
"Third Brother, no need."
Guangling Douluo said indifferently, "This little bit of weight is nothing to me."
He held his head high, full of confidence, which made Qingluan Douluo's eyes flash with a smile.
That proud and confident look made Qingluan Douluo's brows relax, and his mood instantly brightened. Seeing him happy, Qingluan Douluo's mood also relaxed.
Xiongshi Douluo looked at their strange expressions, and a puzzled look was on his resolute face.
This was too strange.
He was about to open his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the changes on the stage, his gaze falling back on the stage.
Qian Daoliu's golden scepter disappeared, and then a golden longsword appeared in his palm, emitting a dazzling golden light.
In an instant, the entire Angel Village was enveloped in a golden light. Within the golden light, a sacred aura appeared, settling in the hearts of the crowd, purifying their souls.
The most important ability of the Six-Winged Angel Spirit was purification.
All the filth in the world could not escape the purifying power of the Angel, and this light was in the hands of the Angel Clan.
This purification calmed the resentment in their hearts and brought peace to their inner selves. Any drawbacks existing in one's Spirit could disappear under the cleansing of the Power of Purification.
Because Qian Junlin's Spirit was the Six-Winged Angel Spirit, Qian Daoliu was ecstatic and brought down this purification to help more members of the Angel Clan.
To conserve energy, Qian Daoliu only used it once every five years, aiming to win over the hearts of the clansmen and unite the people of the Angel Clan.
Qian Daoliu was gentle, but his methods of winning people's hearts were still powerful.
"Angel Bloodline has been Purified."
"This is a joyous occasion for the Angel Clan, the first in ten thousand years."
Qian Daoliu's powerful voice once again echoed throughout the venue. He looked calmly at everyone,
"Rewards will be given according to merit. Qian Junlin's parents will both receive a 50,000-year Spirit Bone. All his siblings with innate spirit power above level five can join the Angel Legion without assessment, becoming members of the Angel Legion."
This was a form of reward for Qian Junlin's blood relatives. For people in Angel Village to join the Angel Legion, the minimum requirement was an innate spirit power level of seven.
Even with an innate spirit power level of seven, one might not necessarily enter the Angel Legion, because there were quite a few geniuses in the Angel Legion.
Spirit Hall invested most of its resources in Angel Village to cultivate the people of the Angel Clan, thereby preserving the foundation of Spirit Hall.
Spirit Hall's greatest reliance was neither the Hall of Offerings nor the Supreme Pontiff Palace, but the Angel Clan.
The Angel Clan's ancestor, Angel God Qian Yu Han, established Spirit Hall to suppress the darkness in the world and obtain pure power of faith. Ten thousand years later, the Angel Clan remained the greatest foundation of Spirit Hall.
Only by winning people's hearts could one ensure loyalty to Spirit Hall.
"Thank you, Clan Leader."
Qian Junlin's parents knelt on the ground, accepting Qian Daoliu's arrangements.
They didn't have just one son, so they weren't against Qian Daoliu's arrangements.
Watching his parents kneel on the ground, a complex emotion flashed in Qian Junlin's eyes, then returned to calm.
He allowed Qian Daoliu to take his hand, a calm expression on his tender face.
He couldn't refuse. Those without strength had no say.
His gaze swept across the entire scene, pausing for a few seconds when he saw Lin Chang'e sleeping while Guangling Douluo carried her.
He then retracted his gaze, thinking to himself how well this girl could sleep.
She could sleep even at a time like this; this girl truly had a big heart!
Thinking about it, this guy tried to probe her background as soon as they met. She was quite bold. If his spirit power level were higher, this girl would have been beaten by him long ago.
Compatriots seeing compatriots, tears welling up in their eyes—that didn't exist!
It was good enough if she didn't stab him in the back!
This little girl was quite bold. Hmph. Qian Junlin snorted coldly in his heart.
...
Drowsiness came quickly and left just as fast. When Ling Chang'e woke up again, the ceremony had already ended.
She felt a colder body temperature and immediately frowned, turning her head to look, only to find that the person holding her was not Guangling Douluo, but Qingluan Douluo.
Ling Chang'e: "…"
Her pupils constricted slightly, and she put on a terrified expression. Oh my god, Qingluan Douluo's body temperature was even colder than Guangling Douluo's.
Oh dear, this guy wouldn't want to freeze her to death, would he!
"You're awake, little one."
Guangling Douluo's teasing voice sounded, a calm gaze falling on Ling Chang'e.
"It's almost over. We're about to set off back to Spirit Hall. Are you satisfied now?"
His last sentence was said half-jokingly and half-teasingly, his right eye, not covered by ice, sparkling with amusement. His red lips curved slightly upward, and his face was beaming with a smile.
Clearly, Guangling Douluo was in a good mood, which was why he was teasing Ling Chang'e.
"Extremely satisfied!"
Ling Chang'e nodded like a pecking chick, her eyes sparkling. "Then do I still have to go to school when we go back later?"
"It's already afternoon."
Ling Chang'e specifically looked at the sky a few times, noticing that the sun was setting and the sky's color had darkened somewhat, so she knew it was almost evening.
"Go to Spirit Hall Academy tomorrow; it's already late today."
Guangling Douluo reached out his large hand and ruffled her hair, messing it into a bird's nest, then burst into laughter. "Tomorrow, I, your master, will personally take you to school."
Looking at his undisguised smile, Ling Chang'e's face turned ugly, and she shouted, "My hair!"
"Bad guy!"
"You only know how to bully me!"
Ling Chang'e snorted coldly, glaring at Guangling Douluo with a displeased look. Was there anyone more childish than Guangling Douluo in this world?
In Ling Chang'e's opinion, absolutely not!
Such a childish and lawless person was too detestable!
She pouted, looking unhappy, her obsidian-like eyes glistening with water.
Her hair!
She didn't even need to look to know her hair must be a mess.
What kind of master didn't do proper business all day, only knowing how to bully his cute and gentle disciple!
This master had a terrible sense of humor!
"Hehehe."
Guangling Douluo chuckled at her, his beautiful face full of smiles.
Laughing or not, his hands didn't stop moving, still stroking her hair, making it even messier. His right eye flashed with a mischievous emotion.
Messy hair was good-looking. A bird's nest hairstyle wasn't bad-looking either.
A delicate little child with a bird's nest hairstyle, in Guangling Douluo's eyes, was quite cute. It was just that the little child's angry expression somewhat ruined the aesthetic.
"Bad guy!"
Ling Chang'e said through gritted teeth. Her short arms couldn't stop Guangling Douluo at all. He was too detestable!
What kind of master bullied his disciple like this? This person was lawless!
Alas, so tiring! This master was even more childish than I!
"Little one."
Guangling Douluo ignored her angry expression, still slowly stroking her head, but with a lighter touch than before.
His sinful hand was still rubbing her head, which made Ling Chang'e very angry.
She had already expressed her dissatisfaction, but Guangling Douluo acted as if he couldn't see it.
This bad guy!
Truly terrible!
"Guangling."
Qingluan Douluo slowly spoke, "That's enough."
"Your disciple's expression is almost spitting fire. As a master, you should act like one."
Qingluan Douluo only spoke because he couldn't stand it anymore. Guangling Douluo's fooling around wasn't a one or two-day thing.
Hoping this guy would act like a master was out of the question.
"What?"
Guangling Douluo hesitated, then carefully observed Ling Chang'e's expression. "Third Brother is lying."
"She's a human, not a Spirit Beast. How could she possibly breathe fire from her mouth?"
At this, not only Ling Chang'e but also Qingluan Douluo was speechless.